#The problem with that is that I rarely dream

[neodymiumcuilz]

Hi dear donors ! ❤️

I would like to extend my thank and gratitude for the support you have been offering over the last eleven months. ❤️☺️

My family and I have been suffering and going through the hardest days we have ever experienced in our life . Things are very hard to get and and sometimes unattainable.😭😓

Our sufferings and hardship started on the first days of the war when all our possessions were completely destroyed and burned. We have become displaced and homeless , finding ourselves in a small tent in streets with no means of life. We lack every single necessary thing of life; food, water, hygiene essentials, and other necessities have become scarce and rare.

A photo taken to show how incredibly harsh our life has become after the war. We are struggling and facing lots of barriers to obtain the simplest necessities for living. Everything single thing is a complete story.

You can't imagine what difficulties we have been going through all these days of war. No cooking gas , nor cooking tools exist . We struggle to prepare a small meal of food.

No bakeries are available. Everything seems a miracle and unbelievable.😭 The war has stolen our joy and smile, leaving us busy thinking only of staying safe and alive. Our future has gone with the wind and our kids lost their dreams and ambitions.

This is a part of burying the dead. We also face some problems in the process of buying our dead people as no place is there for the family. Tombs aren't enough for the number of people living on a small spot of land.

A photo taken for the morning queue of filling our gallons with drink water. We wait hours to get some water for drink. Our life is full of tragedy and sadness.

All what we need is to survive the war and be safe. We are trying to secure the daily basic living necessities and this can come true with your contribution and support. Please don't spare this moment of supporting the people in need in Gaza in this tough and dire time. You can help us by either donating however small it is or sharing my posts. Your support makes a big difference for families in need

https://gofund.me/0dc0aa34

"Now the ceasefire deal has come into force and the war is about to end up. Due to your generous donations, we have been able to secure some of our essentials and commitments over the last fifteen months . Now We are getting prepared to get back to our demolished and destroyed house hoping that we can find safety and peace in our ghost city. Nothing has been left to shelter the family but a small tent lacking all living facilities. "

These are words from @amanyadnan6776 please visit this account, share this story, fundraiser and their posts. And most importantly DONATE!!

Donations are greatly appreciated, this situation is urgent and dire and in need of donations. Please, if you have the means to donate or share so donators can find this campaign.

Please donate and share as much as you can.

Thank you all who took the time to read this.

[xa3r1s]

✧⭑----⋆✩⋆-------⋆ 𝔾𝕌𝕀𝔻𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕃𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 ♡ [l. mark]

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﹢﹒ ✦⊹﹒..𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗.: “ MARK LEE ; ✧ ”

✦⊹﹒synopsis:ㅤafter getting used to being self-reliant it was really hard to coax you out of your shell but mark's determination didn't wavered. ✦⊹﹒warnings: ㅤsfw, gentle!mark, non-idol!mark, comfort, idk angst?, fluff, skinship, closed off reader, depictions of anxiety and emotional distress, established relationship ✦⊹﹒word count: ㅤ0,9k

a/n.: hi guys! I'm doing a little bit of a self reflection here and I mostly wrote this for my own comfort but I'd like to share it with you all and providing something to help your feelings! I never actually wrote comfort, or something dedicated as that so I wanted to give it a try. Since Mark is a leader too and has a sibling I'm pretty sure he knows how to comfort really well and gosh it is just my dream to be comforted by him.

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you had always found a way to solve your own problems, on your own. after all, you were an adult.

you’d learned early on that your parents wouldn’t always be there, and as the years passed, the distance between you and them grew quietly, steadily. without complaint, you adapted. like most teenagers, you figured out how to take care of yourself and that went on to your adult life.

mark on the other hand, tried to shatter this type of image you built up in your own little bubble, yet still not forcing you to open up to him from one day to another so suddenly. with gentle and steady movements, moving the wall away from brick by brick you had forced around yourself.

still, it wasn’t enough unfortunately to always let your emotions free from the restrains you kept them securely in, making sure no one can access them. so instead, of course you bottled everything up, storing it deep down inside you but when that place filled, the glass cracked. that was when there wasn’t return anymore and the dam broke. when that happened, you distanced yourself further more not just from him but everyone and everything you could that ever tried to help you out and make things better for you.

‘what if he thinks it’s stupid?���

‘i’m probably just overreacting again.’

‘i shouldn’t even bother him with useless things like this’

these toxic thoughts swirled in your mind uncontrollably in the past times, surfacing again and again, making your chest tighten to the very point where your lungs felt like they could rip from between your ribs. breathing normally seeped into a complicated task and just gasping for air over and over to no avail. your throat tightening and burning with every sip of oxygen, ringing getting painfully loud in your ears and the word almost spun around you. your fingertips itched, your cheeks burned red, everything seemed so blurry and your eyes unfocused when the gentle scratch of his tone perked up your attention.

“stop that.” the voice came behind you, persistent yet smooth and velvety soothing your stiff and aching nerves, putting all the effort he could to not have you spiral further. snapping your head back in the matter of milliseconds, you met with firmness in his eyes, your own dilating at the small surprise he caused you just now.

clenched your fists on your sides, your feet felt like taking root in the kitchen’s hard and cold beige tiles.

his expression stoic as his intense gaze made you think he saw right into your soul, which in fact was true, he knew you more than himself by now, of course, when his main focus was rarely on himself anyway. with determination he reached out, taking both of your hands in his, his hold so gentle and caring. the sheer contrast in his behavior made you wonder about this man: how could he be so firm and still so caring. putting your well being above everything else that mattered for him, his pure focus was on you.

“your hands are trembling.” to his words, your eyes flicking down to the grasp as he held you in steadily, realizing that he was right. at this point you yourself was stunned at the reactions your body was giving out.

you opened your mouth in the intention of providing an answer for him but unfortunately nothing came out. your lips trembled as you did your best to stay composed, your head turned towards the floor, intently scanning the floor.

“you don’t have to say anything.” small steps. he took small steps towards you with quiet but reassuring words and actions, carefully approaching your closed away zone you were fearing from others. “don’t say anything, just look at me, okay? i’m right here..” he muttered, one of his hand making its way to the side of your face, resting gently against it, the pad of his thumb brushed back and forth on your smooth skin, writing down small circles in an attempt to soothe your further. in- and out exhale suddenly became easier, as if a heavy rock got lifted from your shoulders, everything becoming more clear and focused.

rewarding him with a small nod as he angled your head to gaze into his orbs, his eyebrows narrowed as he contemplated on what to say now.

“i’m here. you don’t need to tell me about anything if it’s something you don’t want to.. that’s all you need to know, i’ll always be here.” and in that second, he embraced you in a warm hug, guiding your head by placing a palm on your nape and your face coming to rest in the side of his neck, providing comfort.

“you don’t need too..” was all you could muster up as a response, voice faint and unsteady. just a small push was enough to make everything spill right now to the surface. it would have you messy and ugly, sobbing like a child.

“but I want to.” yeah, you’re right. iIt would be unappealing and very, very sloppy. but it would be his, just like your problems you thought you had to solve alone, he felt the overwhelming need to worry himself about it too. it was his mission to have you melt into his arms and comfort and hold you at any time you needed to be comforted and held. it wasn’t just you, all along. it was with him. and it will be you two tomorrow too and always.

▚▚ @xa3r1s ▚▚ my works belongs to me! do not translate them, copy them or publish them on another site.

[the-ravenist]

Hi dear donors ! ❤️

I would like to extend my thank and gratitude for the support you have been offering over the last eleven months. ❤️☺️

My family and I have been suffering and going through the hardest days we have ever experienced in our life . Things are very hard to get and and sometimes unattainable.😭😓

Our sufferings and hardship started on the first days of the war when all our possessions were completely destroyed and burned. We have become displaced and homeless , finding ourselves in a small tent in streets with no means of life. We lack every single necessary thing of life; food, water, hygiene essentials, and other necessities have become scarce and rare.

A photo taken to show how incredibly harsh our life has become after the war. We are struggling and facing lots of barriers to obtain the simplest necessities for living. Everything single thing is a complete story.

You can't imagine what difficulties we have been going through all these days of war. No cooking gas , nor cooking tools exist . We struggle to prepare a small meal of food.

No bakeries are available. Everything seems a miracle and unbelievable.😭 The war has stolen our joy and smile, leaving us busy thinking only of staying safe and alive. Our future has gone with the wind and our kids lost their dreams and ambitions.

This is a part of burying the dead. We also face some problems in the process of buying our dead people as no place is there for the family. Tombs aren't enough for the number of people living on a small spot of land.

A photo taken for the morning queue of filling our gallons with drink water. We wait hours to get some water for drink. Our life is full of tragedy and sadness.

All what we need is to survive the war and be safe. We are trying to secure the daily basic living necessities and this can come true with your contribution and support. Please don't spare this moment of supporting the people in need in Gaza in this tough and dire time. You can help us by either donating however small it is or sharing my posts. Your support makes a big difference for families in need

https://gofund.me/0dc0aa34

I'm unable to donate but I'll share this!

If you can donate you can but if you can't please share!

[scaryfangirl2001]

Late at night in a cold, unfamiliar city, Annabon and her younger sister Misty walk alone in a cold, unfamiliar city, their once vibrant world shattered by the cruel hands of fate. The loss of their beloved Papa and Daddy to the relentless claws of cancer has left her and Misty orphaned and homeless.

"Where do we go now, Annabon?" Misty's voice quivers, her tiny hand clutching a worn-out stuffed bunny. The fear in her eyes mirrors the terror Annabon feels deep within her heart.

Annabon swallows the lump in her throat, her small frame shivering under the weight of a too-big peacoat, a hand-me-down from her Papa. "We'll find a place, Misty. We're smart, remember? Papa taught us to be brave." She forces a smile, her brown eyes darting around the bustling streets of Princeton, now a menacing maze.

The city, once a backdrop to her happy family outings, now looms large and intimidating. She imagines the buildings as towering giants, their windows like empty sockets, watching their every move. The once-familiar ballet studio where she had practiced her pirouettes is now a distant memory, replaced by the harsh reality of hunger and despair.

"I'm hungry, Annabon," Misty whimpers, her breath forming clouds in the chilly air.

Annabon's stomach grumbles in agreement, a painful reminder of the lavish dinners her Daddy used to cook, now a distant luxury. She spots a discarded candy cane on the ground, its red and white stripes faded. Without hesitation, she picks it up, dusting off the dirt with her mismatched fluffy socks.

"Look, Misty! Candy!" She offers the cane to her sister, who takes it eagerly, her small teeth biting into the hard sweetness.

Annabon's mature demeanor, honed from spending time with Eric at the hospital, momentarily fades as she allows herself a rare moment of childish joy, savoring the candy's minty flavor.

As they wander, the weight of their situation presses down on Annabon's young shoulders. She notices a group of older kids huddled around a small fire in an abandoned alley. Their faces are dirty, but their eyes shine with a familiar determination. Annabon's leadership skills kick in, a skill she had often used to negotiate with classmates.

"Hey, we're new here," she announces, her voice steady. "Can we join you? We can help. I can solve math problems, and Misty here can..." She pauses, thinking of Misty's talents. "She can keep us all smiling with her silly faces!"

The older kids eye them suspiciously, but one boy, with a missing front tooth, nods. "Sure. We could use some entertainment. But you gotta earn your keep. No freeloaders here."

Annabon's heart sinks at the mention of payment, a concept she's all too familiar with from her tutoring business. She glances at Misty, who is already putting on a brave face, ready to perform.

As the sun sets, painting the sky in hues of purple and orange, Annabon and Misty find themselves in a new reality, one they never imagined. As the night deepens, Annabon's dream takes a darker turn. The alley transforms into a haunting corridor, the fire morphing into flickering fluorescent lights, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The older kids' faces blur and distort, their voices echoing in her mind.

Misty, sensing her sister's growing distress, tugs at Annabon's sleeve, her bunny now missing an ear from years of love. "Annabon, I wanna go home. I wanna see Papa and Daddy."

Annabon's throat tightens as she realizes the gravity of their situation. "We... we don't have a home anymore, Misty. Remember?" Her voice cracks, and she feels the sting of tears threatening to spill.

Just then, a loud, metallic clatter echoes through the corridor, followed by a blood-curdling scream. A figure, tall and distorted, looms in the flickering light, its face hidden in shadow. Annabon's heart pounds as she recognizes the cane — it's Daddy's! But the figure isn't Daddy; it's a monster wearing his skin!

"No! Stay away!" Annabon screams, her voice piercing the night. The figure lunges forward, its arms outstretched, and she feels hot breath on her face, smelling of sickness and decay.

"MISTYYYYYYY!" The scream rips her from the nightmare's grasp, and she finds herself in her familiar bedroom, the warm glow of her night light offering comfort.

Her dads rush into the room, Daddy's cane clattering as he stumbles, and Misty, still clutching her bunny, runs to her side.

"We're here, sweetheart," Papa says, his voice hoarse with sleep.

Daddy, his eyes filled with concern, kneels by her bed, having left his prosthetic leg on the nightstand. "You were having a bad dream, but it's over now. We're all here."

Annabon, still shaking, reaches for Misty, who crawls into her bed, and they huddle together, their hearts racing. "I... I saw Daddy... but it wasn't him. It was a monster," she whispers, her voice trembling.

Daddy pulls them both into a tight embrace, his cane forgotten on the floor. "It was just a dream, my brave girls. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. We're all safe."

Annabon buries her face in Daddy's shoulder, Misty's bunny now a comforting presence between them. As she drifts back to sleep, the nightmare's grip loosens, replaced by the warmth of her family's love, a powerful force even in the face of her darkest fears.

#30 What would your character do if they were homeless?

I know you all have amazing creative juices in you and some amazing characters. This prompt is just for you to have fun and to help you explore your Character in a different setting. I would LOVE to hear what your Characters would do.

[mooblybloom]

Had another dream thought The both of you might want to know about it

@mae-mae-me & @elithemiar-blog

Peter in the compound with a very sleepy Wulf in his lap I see pets it while doing his physics homework Tony walks in and stares at the wolf that is glowing green in Peter's lap and immediately panics

Tony very nervously: Peter why is there a glowing wolf in your lap?

Peter looking up from his homework confused for about 3 seconds before he makes a face and realization and says: Oh that's Wulf spelled with a u

Tony: Okay cool Why is Wulf in your lap?

Peter: He was sleepy and wanted to hang out

Tony: How did he get here without setting off any alarms

Peter: Oh will he opened it a portal through dimensions and the reason you weren't alerted was because I told Friday he was a friend

Tony: He's your friend? How?

Peter: I became friends with the death God

Tony: I'm sorry you what?

And then it cuts over to shuri making an amalgamated abomination of what looks to be a plasma sword for Peter

Peter deadpan: Met interdimensional wolf on a mission tried to get him back to his owner met God became friends with God

Tony: hUh-?

Peter: Just smiling walk away Tony. It's better for your sanity. Oh and don't going to the other part of the lab shuri's making something beyond our mortal minds

[noel-levine-fan]

i dont think i ever mentioned the sirinoel hanahaki i dream had (noel was the one who had it) it was funny

(i feel the need to clarify that i saw one specific iteration of hanahaki that was the "unconfessed feelings" variant and then i totally forgot that the "unconfessed/repessed feelings" version of hanahaki was not the original version like... for idfk 5 years i forgot that hanahaki was usually about unrequited feelings and not repressed ones. so my dream was following the "repressed feelings" variant rather than the typical hanahaki logic...)

[marblebagcollective]

i hate that i can slowly feel the dsmp lore knowledge leaking from my brain. STAY IN THERE!!!! most unrewatchable media ever juet stay in my brain. (this post is abt mostly everyone not ctommy related bc i still fuckin enjoy them as a character but not ctommy not my problem (ctommy autism )) (like cbad cantfrost cpuffy channah cniki cjack cponk cfoolish csapnap i can feel my knowledge of u leaving plss stay in my brain pretty please i still love u)

[villagewarlock]

wish you could pair certain songs in a playlist. like I want this group of 50 songs on shuffle but these two must follow each other otherwise the transitions sound stupid

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Solas

[keeps-ache]

my sibling just tripped and i said 'god bless you ?????' like they sneezed or something ??

[obey-me-headquarters]

..... After playing the new Baxter Dlc for Our Life I don't think this will be a purely Obey Me blog...

Listen I ALWAYS loved Cove, but I played Our Life before making this blog! Now that I've played the Baxter Dlc I'm itching to write something for him! And Cove to!

[technikki]

little known fact abt most don merch creators is if you show them any screenshot of him from the anime the brown will make their brains factory reset

[phagodyke]

I was on the wikipedia page for phobias just for fun but just discovered theres an actual word for a fear of being touched.. 🥹

[hirazuki]

Cedric's wig arrived unexpectedly early so I threw together the laziest costest ever -- I'm pretty happy with the results! The wig slides around a lot (it's heavy and not a lacefront) but also I didn't gel my hairline like I would if I was wearing it properly; the gel + the wig clips it has should be enough to keep it secured.

I'm planning to take him out for a bookstore photoshoot as a test run before SakCon ^^ Ideally, I'd love a photoshoot with an Orube but... does anyone even cosplay her? T_T

[anauwhere]

When u only have 1(one) show that gives u serotonin and it has 50% chances to become absolutely terrible you envy people that have real faith in god. I pray.

[stonesandswords]

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